<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956</id><updated>2011-12-31T16:00:52.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forest Wonderland</title><subtitle type='html'>树 林 密 语</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;虽说是最后一场，不过也只是这段时限，这个场合的最后一场。&lt;br /&gt;《最后的演讲》会是n年后的事情，&lt;br /&gt;因为我相信这条路还能走得很长很远....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p/s. 今晚很多感触。多谢Dr. Randy, 义安，子豪，和一班馆友们。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-1976027662475550018?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1976027662475550018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=1976027662475550018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/1976027662475550018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/Side2_SwHbI/AAAAAAAAAGo/9W_K7eIuI0c/s320/droplet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343343781694414258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;有朋友说我最近比较静了。&lt;br /&gt;静得让他以为我发生了什么事。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我嫣然一笑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;再以我平时说话还要慢两拍的速度说：&lt;br /&gt;“我没事。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;当心灵静下来是那么的舒服自在....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;静&lt;/span&gt; 带走喧哗&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;净&lt;/span&gt; 除去杂念&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;镜&lt;/span&gt; 透彻心境&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-4320579639974631659?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;A word which does not exist&lt;br /&gt;In the dictionary of a true leader.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think your team is hopeless,&lt;br /&gt;You're hopeless to your team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;Is not even a word in existence&lt;br /&gt;But for the hopeless'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-8887684577238221695?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8887684577238221695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=8887684577238221695' title='237 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your words&lt;br /&gt;Now turned into miracles&lt;br /&gt;As if we found a compass in the lost world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disaster or miracle&lt;br /&gt;A thin line at your discretion&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-1389263168616654305?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1389263168616654305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=1389263168616654305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/1389263168616654305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/1389263168616654305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/04/disaster-v-miracle.html' title='Disaster vs Miracle'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-573818750075901570</id><published>2009-03-27T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T04:07:28.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trespasser</title><content type='html'>I thought&lt;br /&gt;A dream has come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Safely protected by guardian angels&lt;br /&gt;To soar zealously in the sky;&lt;br /&gt;Safely landed in the Green Bay&lt;br /&gt;When I desperate for a place to repose...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought&lt;br /&gt;A dream has come true...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being oblivious&lt;br /&gt;Transformed from Cinderella&lt;br /&gt;to Alice in Wonderland&lt;br /&gt;A land of unfathomable fairy tales&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living in imagination&lt;br /&gt;Pampered with fantasy&lt;br /&gt;Indulged in delusion&lt;br /&gt;Defrauded by hallucination&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought&lt;br /&gt;A dream has come true&lt;br /&gt;until I realized the truth...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a nobody&lt;br /&gt;But a trespasser&lt;br /&gt;Who has got no where to stand&lt;br /&gt;Within the firm fettered angles..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRESPASSER&lt;br /&gt;A name I'm being labeled&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-573818750075901570?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/573818750075901570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=573818750075901570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/573818750075901570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/573818750075901570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/03/trespasser.html' title='Trespasser'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-2580401769979692290</id><published>2009-01-21T18:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T18:31:30.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>We Will Get There</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r224/melodymasterplatts/133237blue_sky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 417px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://i145.photobucket.com/albums/r224/melodymasterplatts/133237blue_sky.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember the days&lt;br /&gt;We set out together with faith&lt;br /&gt;Remember the times&lt;br /&gt;So fine, when we thought that nothing could stand in our way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things weren't the same&lt;br /&gt;The life that we knew had to change&lt;br /&gt;We've struggled through, the darkest storms&lt;br /&gt;We thought we couldn't tame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together we've tried&lt;br /&gt;As we stood side by side&lt;br /&gt;I knew we'd build a new world&lt;br /&gt;A world of hope for ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my heart I just know&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start, we will grow&lt;br /&gt;Look where we are, we've come so far&lt;br /&gt;And there's still a long, long way to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all of my heart, I will care&lt;br /&gt;I'll play my part, I will share&lt;br /&gt;With family and friends, together we'll stand&lt;br /&gt;And in the end, hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;We will get there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now we begin&lt;br /&gt;Working together to win&lt;br /&gt;Believing in trust, it must&lt;br /&gt;Be possible to overcome anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to do&lt;br /&gt;There's so much we can contribute&lt;br /&gt;By sharing just a little love&lt;br /&gt;We will start again anew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why don't we try&lt;br /&gt;If we stand side by side&lt;br /&gt;I know we'll build a new world&lt;br /&gt;A world of hope for ever after&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-2580401769979692290?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/2580401769979692290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=2580401769979692290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/2580401769979692290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/2580401769979692290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/we-will-get-there.html' title='We Will Get There'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-7288123287083600757</id><published>2009-01-18T22:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:15:12.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>跨沟渠的傻孩子</title><content type='html'>"...We will always be your side. Let us face problem together..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;"...Don't cross the drain by yourself, instead, have your team member together build a bridge, so everyone can cross the wide drain easily..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"...Im sure all big big and small small members of zsg will give you full support..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...让我们和你分担吧！别给自己太大压力。你已经是最棒的了！”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;“在这旅途上，有时你看不到我们，不是我们把你遗忘，更不要你一个人走，使我们选择走在你后面！而是当你跌倒是我们会扶持你...永远支持你！”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-7288123287083600757?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7288123287083600757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=7288123287083600757' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/7288123287083600757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/7288123287083600757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title='跨沟渠的傻孩子'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-1963892026131179912</id><published>2008-12-18T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T00:06:23.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tonight, I stayed up for a friend</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;深夜，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我躲在这四方匣子里。&lt;br /&gt;熄了所有的灯，不让别人窥探这一刻。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;深夜，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;我开启手提电脑，&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;荧光幕是唯一的光源，照亮小小的空间。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;电脑的另一端，有个人也做着同一件事... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281352284693998866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 210px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SUsh687iLRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0Qgr3BVfFrc/s320/night3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我用心倾听　倾听另一端的声音...&lt;br /&gt;倾听，是一种信任；&lt;br /&gt;倾听，是一种乐趣；&lt;br /&gt;倾听，是一种幸福。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我用心灌溉　灌溉这一份友谊...&lt;br /&gt;灌溉，无需掩饰；&lt;br /&gt;灌溉，无需条件；&lt;br /&gt;灌溉，由心而生...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, I stayed up for a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-1963892026131179912?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1963892026131179912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=1963892026131179912' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/1963892026131179912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/1963892026131179912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/12/tonight-i-stayed-up-for-friend.html' title='Tonight, I stayed up for a friend'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SUsh687iLRI/AAAAAAAAAFg/0Qgr3BVfFrc/s72-c/night3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-4905048056910089930</id><published>2008-12-08T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T06:25:06.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>他的简讯</title><content type='html'>'...My pain and tiredness all gone when I saw your performance!...'&lt;br /&gt;'...You've worked hard for what you've achieved. And you really did it well. You really make me feel very proud...'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一夜，泪水成了催眠曲....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-4905048056910089930?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/4905048056910089930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=4905048056910089930' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/4905048056910089930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/4905048056910089930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post.html' title='他的简讯'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-5203850867633702395</id><published>2008-10-26T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T20:59:40.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>无题</title><content type='html'>我在享受现在的一切，没什么好辛苦的，没什么好压力的，&lt;br /&gt;我在珍惜现在的一切，没什么可错过的，没什么可遗憾的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我越是感到辛苦，越是享受这先苦后甜的滋味，&lt;br /&gt;我越是感到压力，越是觉得自己在快速的成长。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我错过了的，才发觉继续向前看才能看得更清楚，&lt;br /&gt;我遗憾过的，才发觉眼前的一切一定要好好珍惜。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-5203850867633702395?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5203850867633702395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=5203850867633702395' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/5203850867633702395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/5203850867633702395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_26.html' title='无题'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-7418704458953395173</id><published>2008-10-12T02:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:59:32.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>活在当下</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256190024949534770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SPG8-q0RkDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1sYgJvvrxlo/s320/20081008-_MG_2877.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;马老师*说：&lt;br /&gt;“我们要活在当下，跳舞也一样。”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们常回顾从前..&lt;br /&gt;为自己曾经达成的成就而骄傲；&lt;br /&gt;为自己曾经犯过的错误而懊恼。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们常展望未来...&lt;br /&gt;对于将来的憧憬充满期待；&lt;br /&gt;对于将来的未知数充满忧虑。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我们却忘了&lt;br /&gt;感受当下&lt;br /&gt;活在当下...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.duaspace.com.my/xoops/modules/freecontent/index.php?id=6"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;马金泉&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SO6-h5mV3iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MeYDOcLJcR0/s1600-h/20081008-_MG_2877.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;是共享空间专业舞团创办人&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SO6-h5mV3iI/AAAAAAAAAEk/MeYDOcLJcR0/s1600-h/20081008-_MG_2877.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;兼大马著名舞蹈家&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-7418704458953395173?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7418704458953395173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=7418704458953395173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/7418704458953395173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/7418704458953395173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post_12.html' title='活在当下'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SPG8-q0RkDI/AAAAAAAAAEw/1sYgJvvrxlo/s72-c/20081008-_MG_2877.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-8776045962697354131</id><published>2008-10-03T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T03:30:18.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tagged! The Sixes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Things I'm Passionate About&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* zsg&lt;br /&gt;* dance&lt;br /&gt;* law (i wonder) =.=''&lt;br /&gt;* friends&lt;br /&gt;* cute stuff&lt;br /&gt;* fashion &amp;amp; beauty (just name anything-clothes, shoes, accessories, cosmetics etc etc, just cant list 'em all!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Books I've Read Recently&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;(how recent? within these recent 2 years can arr? also recent mar..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;* 心田甘露&lt;br /&gt;* 用幽默化解困境 (which makes me becoming so lame. HAHAHA!)&lt;br /&gt;* Law of Attraction&lt;br /&gt;* Textbooks (Contract, Criminal blablabla-daunting!!) &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;* Readers Digest August Issue&lt;br /&gt;* Readers Digest September Issue (the list can go on..btw readers digest=book? lol)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Songs That I Can Listen To Again and Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* 最初的夢想&lt;br /&gt;* 為自己驕傲&lt;br /&gt;* 喜出望外&lt;br /&gt;* over the rainbow&lt;br /&gt;* you're loved (don't give up)&lt;br /&gt;* you're still you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6 Things I Learned In The Past Year&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* law, economics, accounting (alevels subjects) &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;* be a 'barbie doll'&lt;br /&gt;* build up communication skills&lt;br /&gt;* time management&lt;br /&gt;* treasure friends around you&lt;br /&gt;* build good relationship with elders- they can be a very good source for advice!) &lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;6 Bloggers I Tag&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;* jason the mr. cookiedonut, dunno whether it's cookie or donut- the one who tagged me!&lt;br /&gt;* christopher&lt;br /&gt;* thiam loy&lt;br /&gt;* sheue yee&lt;br /&gt;* huiqing&lt;br /&gt;* dua space&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-8776045962697354131?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8776045962697354131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=8776045962697354131' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/8776045962697354131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/8776045962697354131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/10/tagged-sixes.html' title='Tagged! The Sixes'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-5645531839113315577</id><published>2008-09-21T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T19:11:33.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>心系舞台</title><content type='html'>距离上一次的演出已接近一个月的时间。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;很想念那段日子那个舞台。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SNbAPhh7uGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V8nlINE8wk8/s1600-h/ambang03a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248593788678158434" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SNbAPhh7uGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V8nlINE8wk8/s320/ambang03a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SNbDZu7eyqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Rb3uH_5MRWs/s1600-h/ambang02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248597262608550562" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SNbDZu7eyqI/AAAAAAAAAEc/Rb3uH_5MRWs/s320/ambang02.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;几乎每次上网都浏览舞团的网站。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;看看舞团最新动向及专业舞者们的演艺生活。 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SNbAnn6OQzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QmQRfGOpW1g/s1600-h/AM01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248594202707510066" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SNbAnn6OQzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QmQRfGOpW1g/s320/AM01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人家说他们为艺术牺牲，我说他们为艺术而活！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;人家说搞艺术很可悲，我说有这种天赋搞艺术才是上天的恩赐！&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SNbCoTy28iI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CH-WT_OnJJc/s1600-h/20080902-P9020003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248596413511037474" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SNbCoTy28iI/AAAAAAAAAEU/CH-WT_OnJJc/s320/20080902-P9020003.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;一颗心。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;紧系舞台。&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-5645531839113315577?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5645531839113315577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=5645531839113315577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/5645531839113315577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/5645531839113315577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title='心系舞台'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SNbAPhh7uGI/AAAAAAAAAEE/V8nlINE8wk8/s72-c/ambang03a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-1275547766040534777</id><published>2008-08-31T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T21:17:35.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>绽放舞台 On-Stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;这一天终于到来...&lt;br /&gt;穿着华人传统服装，充满着使命感，演出富有文化色彩的“绽放”。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day is finally here.&lt;br /&gt;We represented the chinese community, performing a graceful yet dynamic cultural dance- 'BLOSSOM'. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240894005965009346" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtlVLsEscI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nc2kLRXSX7c/s320/IMG_1156.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240894014984933730" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtlVtSl0WI/AAAAAAAAACY/ahOodbeUcag/s320/IMG_1159.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtlVjnZ3zI/AAAAAAAAACg/g2S5MfAgp1Q/s1600-h/IMG_1165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240894012387876658" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtlVjnZ3zI/AAAAAAAAACg/g2S5MfAgp1Q/s320/IMG_1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtlVzlHk-I/AAAAAAAAACo/6dE2f0B7LG8/s1600-h/IMG_1166.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240894016673256418" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtlVzlHk-I/AAAAAAAAACo/6dE2f0B7LG8/s320/IMG_1166.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtlV6yLrVI/AAAAAAAAACw/GGJH3njGjOs/s1600-h/IMG_1164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240894018607099218" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtlV6yLrVI/AAAAAAAAACw/GGJH3njGjOs/s320/IMG_1164.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtoI2rtAGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iejj3mVem18/s1600-h/IMG_1172.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240897092702765154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtoI2rtAGI/AAAAAAAAAC4/iejj3mVem18/s320/IMG_1172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtoI_PWaHI/AAAAAAAAADA/EPcb0r_e1p4/s1600-h/IMG_1175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240897094999763058" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtoI_PWaHI/AAAAAAAAADA/EPcb0r_e1p4/s320/IMG_1175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtoJHk9sbI/AAAAAAAAADI/THw13L4Y8_s/s1600-h/IMG_1177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240897097237901746" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtoJHk9sbI/AAAAAAAAADI/THw13L4Y8_s/s320/IMG_1177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtoJS0s06I/AAAAAAAAADQ/NB_t1xg5fCo/s1600-h/IMG_1176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240897100256695202" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtoJS0s06I/AAAAAAAAADQ/NB_t1xg5fCo/s320/IMG_1176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtoJXrlNLI/AAAAAAAAADY/v6DgLbfFap0/s1600-h/IMG_1184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240897101560624306" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtoJXrlNLI/AAAAAAAAADY/v6DgLbfFap0/s320/IMG_1184.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtqbDYJauI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZuG4I07PMZg/s1600-h/IMG_1188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240899604371303138" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtqbDYJauI/AAAAAAAAADo/ZuG4I07PMZg/s320/IMG_1188.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-1275547766040534777?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1275547766040534777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=1275547766040534777' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/1275547766040534777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/1275547766040534777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/08/on-stage.html' title='绽放舞台 On-Stage'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLtlVLsEscI/AAAAAAAAACQ/nc2kLRXSX7c/s72-c/IMG_1156.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-5435950483187965946</id><published>2008-08-28T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T20:18:28.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>舞台的前奏 Pre-stage</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;舞台的美梦又再次燃起...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;像往年一样，舞团被文化部邀请于国庆日庆典演出。&lt;br /&gt;之前参与舞团的演出，只是当客串演员，出场的时间很短促，没有什么舞步，更没有绚丽的舞台服装。&lt;br /&gt;这次国庆日的演出，能成为舞团的其中一位舞者，心里很感激又是激动。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这两个星期进行了集训，和专业舞者一起练舞。&lt;br /&gt;由于不太适应‘专业式’ 的训练，在初次练舞的过程中拉伤肌肉，需口服药物舒缓肌肉疼痛。 但对于专业舞者来说只不过是小儿科。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;全身的细胞随着音乐舞动，汗水湿透了全身。&lt;br /&gt;每次练舞后总是筋疲力尽，但是我很喜欢这种感觉。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;这叫做满足感。&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;舞台的美梦又再次燃起...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLdnBVFVbOI/AAAAAAAAACA/vkfbfTm6jLk/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239769964005911778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLdnBVFVbOI/AAAAAAAAACA/vkfbfTm6jLk/s320/IMG_1116.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;与专业舞者在舞蹈室排练&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Practice with professional dancers at the dance studio&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Just as previous years, DS Dance Troupe has been invited to perform for Merdeka Day Celebration. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I am grateful that I am given the chance to perform with the troupe as one of the dancers for the very first time. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;Training with professional dancers has been tiring, but yet I enjoyed it very much.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I just love to indulge myself in the movement of dance and the melody of music. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;A world of myself. A world for myself.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLdnBVFVbOI/AAAAAAAAACA/vkfbfTm6jLk/s1600-h/IMG_1116.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-5435950483187965946?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/5435950483187965946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=5435950483187965946' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/5435950483187965946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/5435950483187965946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/08/blog-post.html' title='舞台的前奏 Pre-stage'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SLdnBVFVbOI/AAAAAAAAACA/vkfbfTm6jLk/s72-c/IMG_1116.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-7429942671995327223</id><published>2008-08-13T18:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T19:40:59.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Thoughtful Speech: Life and How To Survive it</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Adrian Tan is a litigation lawyer at one of Singapore's top law firms. This is his speech at NTU's convocation ceremony this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must say thank you to the faculty and staff of the Wee Kim Wee School of Communication and Information for inviting me to give your convocation address. It's a wonderful honour and a privilege for me to speak here for ten minutes without fear of contradiction, defamation or retaliation. I say this as a Singaporean and more so as a husband.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is a wonderful person and perfect in every way except one. She is the editor of a magazine. She corrects people for a living. She has honed her expert skills over a quarter of a century, mostly by practising at home during conversations between her and me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, I am a litigator. Essentially, I spend my day telling people how wrong they are. I make my living being disagreeable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless, there is perfect harmony in our matrimonial home. That is because when an editor and a litigator have an argument, the one who triumphs is always the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I want to start by giving one piece of advice to the men:&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; when you've already won her heart, you don't need to win every argument.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Marriage is considered one milestone of life. Some of you may already be married. Some of you may never be married. Some of you will be married. Some of you will enjoy the experience so much, you will be married many, many times. Good for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next big milestone in your life is today: your graduation. The end of education. You're done learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've probably been told the big lie that 'Learning is a lifelong process' and that therefore you will continue studying and taking masters' degrees and doctorates and professorships and so on. You know the sort of people who tell you that? Teachers. Don't you think there is some measure of conflict of interest? They are in the business of learning, after all. Where would they be without you? They need you to be repeat customers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good news is that they're wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bad news is that you don't need further education because your entire life is over. It is gone. That may come as a shock to some of you. You're in your teens or early twenties. People may tell you that you will live to be 70, 80, 90 years old. That is your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that term: life expectancy. We all understand the term to mean the average life span of a group of people. But I'm here to talk about a bigger idea, which is what you expect from your life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may be very happy to know that Singapore is currently ranked as the country with the third highest life expectancy. We are behind Andorra and Japan, and tied with San Marino. It seems quite clear why people in those countries, and ours, live so long. We share one thing in common: our football teams are all hopeless. There's very little danger of any of our citizens having their pulses raised by watching us play in the World Cup. Spectators are more likely to be lulled into a gentle and restful nap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singaporeans have a life expectancy of 81.8 years. Singapore men live to an average of 79.21 years, while Singapore women live more than five years longer, probably to take into account the additional time they need to spend in the bathroom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here you are, in your twenties, thinking that you'll have another 40 years to go. Four decades in which to live long and prosper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bad news. Read the papers. There are people dropping dead when they're 50, 40, 30 years old. Or quite possibly just after finishing their convocation. They would be very disappointed that they didn't meet their life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm here to tell you this. Forget about your life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After all, it's calculated based on an average. And you never, ever want to expect being average.&lt;br /&gt;Revisit those expectations. You might be looking forward to working, falling in love, marrying, raising a family. You are told that, as graduates, you should expect to find a job paying so much, where your hours are so much, where your responsibilities are so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is what is expected of you. And if you live up to it, it will be an awful waste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you expect that, you will be limiting yourself&lt;/span&gt;. You will be living your life according to boundaries set by average people. I have nothing against average people. But no one should aspire to be them. And you don't need years of education by the best minds in Singapore to prepare you to be average.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What you should prepare for is mess&lt;/span&gt;. Life's a mess. You are not entitled to expect anything from it. Life is not fair. Everything does not balance out in the end. Life happens, and you have no control over it. Good and bad things happen to you day by day, hour by hour, moment by moment. Your degree is a poor armour against fate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't expect anything. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Erase all life expectancies. Just live.&lt;/span&gt; Your life is over as of today. At this point in time, you have grown as tall as you will ever be, you are physically the fittest you will ever be in your entire life and you are probably looking the best that you will ever look. This is as good as it gets. It is all downhill from here. Or up. No one knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does this mean for you? It is good that your life is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since your life is over, you are free. Let me tell you the many wonderful things that you can do when you are free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most important is this: do not work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is anything that you are compelled to do. By its very nature, it is undesirable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work kills. The Japanese have a term 'Karoshi', which means death from overwork. That's the most dramatic form of how work can kill. But it can also kill you in more subtle ways. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;If you work, then day by day, bit by bit, your soul is chipped away, disintegrating until there's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;nothing left.&lt;/span&gt; A rock has been ground into sand and dust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a common misconception that work is necessary. You will meet people working at miserable jobs. They tell you they are 'making a living'. No, they're not. They're dying, frittering away their fast-extinguishing lives doing things which are, at best, meaningless and, at worst, harmful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People will tell you that work ennobles you, that work lends you a certain dignity. Work makes you free. The slogan 'Arbeit macht frei' was placed at the entrances to a number of Nazi concentration camps. Utter nonsense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Do not waste the vast majority of your life doing something you hate so that you can spend the small remainder sliver of your life in modest comfort.&lt;/span&gt; You may never reach that end anyway.Resist the temptation to get a job. Instead, play. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Find something you enjoy doing&lt;/span&gt;. Do it. Over and over again. You will become good at it for two reasons: you like it, and you do it often. Soon, that will have value in itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like arguing, and I love language. So, I became a litigator. I enjoy it and I would do it for free. If I didn't do that, I would've been in some other type of work that still involved writing fiction - probably a sports journalist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what should you do? You will find your own niche. I don't imagine you will need to look very hard. By this time in your life, you will have a very good idea of what you will want to do. In fact, I'll go further and say the ideal situation would be that you will not be able to stop yourself pursuing your passions. By this time you should know what your obsessions are. If you enjoy showing off your knowledge and feeling superior, you might become a teacher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Find that pursuit that will energise you, consume you, become an obsession&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Each day, you must rise with a restless enthusiasm.&lt;/span&gt; If you don't, you are working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you will end up in activities which involve communication. To those of you I have a second message: be wary of the truth. I'm not asking you to speak it, or write it, for there are times when it is dangerous or impossible to do those things. The truth has a great capacity to offend and injure, and you will find that the closer you are to someone, the more care you must take to disguise or even conceal the truth. Often, there is great virtue in being evasive, or equivocating. There is also great skill. Any child can blurt out the truth, without thought to the consequences. It takes great maturity to appreciate the value of silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In order to be wary of the truth, you must first know it. That requires great frankness to yourself. Never fool the person in the mirror.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have told you that your life is over, that you should not work, and that you should avoid telling the truth. I now say this to you: be hated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not as easy as it sounds. Do you know anyone who hates you? Yet every great figure who has contributed to the human race has been hated, not just by one person, but often by a great many. That hatred is so strong it has caused those great figures to be shunned, abused, murdered and in one famous instance, nailed to a cross.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not have to be evil to be hated. In fact, it's often the case that one is hated precisely because one is trying to do right by one's own convictions. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;It is far too easy to be liked, one merely has to be accommodating and hold no strong convictions. Then one will gravitate towards the centre and settle into the average. &lt;/span&gt;That cannot be your role. There are a great many bad people in the world, and if you are not offending them, you must be bad yourself. Popularity is a sure sign that you are doing something wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of the coin is this: fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't say 'be loved'. That requires too much compromise. If one changes one's looks, personality and values, one can be loved by anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather, I exhort you to love another human being. It may seem odd for me to tell you this. You may expect it to happen naturally, without deliberation. That is false. Modern society is anti-love. We've taken a microscope to everyone to bring out their flaws and shortcomings. It far easier to find a reason not to love someone, than otherwise. Rejection requires only one reason. Love requires complete acceptance. It is hard work - the only kind of work that I find palatable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loving someone has great benefits. There is admiration, learning, attraction and something which, for the want of a better word, we call happiness. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In loving someone, we become inspired to better ourselves in every way. &lt;/span&gt;We learn the truth worthlessness of material things. Wecelebrate being human. Loving is good for the soul.Loving someone is therefore very important, and it is also important to choose the right person. Despite popular culture, love doesn't happen by chance, at first sight, across a crowded dance floor. It grows slowly, sinking roots first before branching and blossoming. It is not a silly weed, but a mighty tree that weathers every storm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will find, that when you have someone to love, that the face is less important than the brain, and the body is less important than the heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will also find that it is no great tragedy if your love is not reciprocated. You are not doing it to be loved back. Its value is to inspire you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, you will find that there is no half-measure when it comes to loving someone. You either don't, or you do with every cell in your body, completely and utterly, without reservation or apology. It consumes you, and you are reborn, all the better for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't work. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Avoid telling the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Be hated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Love someone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're going to have a busy life. Thank goodness there's no life expectancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- traced from &lt;a href="http://cookiedonut.blogspot.com/"&gt;zihao's blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-7429942671995327223?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/7429942671995327223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=7429942671995327223' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/7429942671995327223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/7429942671995327223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/08/thoughtful-speech-life-and-how-to.html' title='A Thoughtful Speech: Life and How To Survive it'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-8885600465247096701</id><published>2008-06-17T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T23:01:24.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>舞台上的美梦</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SFiOElNMX_I/AAAAAAAAABI/X6VlRgT7YjU/s1600-h/sichuan02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213072778039418866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 342px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 296px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="318" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SFiOElNMX_I/AAAAAAAAABI/X6VlRgT7YjU/s320/sichuan02.jpg" width="361" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SFiOElNMX_I/AAAAAAAAABI/X6VlRgT7YjU/s1600-h/sichuan02.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ffffff;"&gt;月15日&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“动地吟”纪念游川诗曲朗唱舞蹈演出-为中国四川地震灾民义演&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;第一场的动地吟，我坐在观众席。&lt;br /&gt;第二场的动地吟，我出现在台上。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;因为共享空间舞团，我站上这舞台，为动地吟 呈现序幕舞《人间有情》。&lt;br /&gt;我出场的时间不到三十秒，因为我是只是一个没人会察觉，没人会注意，没人会记得的客串舞者。&lt;br /&gt;这三十秒，我把思.绪.心.灵.都交给了舞台...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;表演结束了，压抑不住情绪，热泪直淌...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;这一晚，沉静已久的表演艺术的血液穿透了全身..&lt;br /&gt;那三十秒的舞台灯光，观众的目光好像一场美梦。&lt;br /&gt;一瞬间就从美梦中砸醒，又回到现实...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-8885600465247096701?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/8885600465247096701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=8885600465247096701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/8885600465247096701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/8885600465247096701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/06/615.html' title='舞台上的美梦'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/SFiOElNMX_I/AAAAAAAAABI/X6VlRgT7YjU/s72-c/sichuan02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4822794063861425956.post-1258206907309621294</id><published>2008-04-07T06:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:08:28.135-08:00</updated><title type='text'>想飛</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/R_srPjuYKWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Jn3ZZwOtzxg/s1600-h/Chris_carla-fly_high_brave_dreamers_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186786942135052642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 332px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 291px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="329" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/R_srPjuYKWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Jn3ZZwOtzxg/s400/Chris_carla-fly_high_brave_dreamers_1.jpg" width="357" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;出國留學是遙遠的夢想。不敢奢望，更不曾想象。只求踏實規矩的過每一天。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;貝娜。學院的好友。除了敘說在紐西蘭留學一年的經歷，她不時也將想靠上外國大學的夢想挂在嘴邊。和這個話題相隔很遠，不過總是微笑著聆聽。聼她說故事，津津樂道。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;耳濡目染，她的雄心壯志開始影響了我。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;最近莫名的萌起了出國念書的念頭。前幾天申請了英國留學獎學金。也许只有萬分之一的機會，我也不想错过。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;不甘心一直只是靜靜的聆聽。想對換角色，要做講故事的人。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;現實與理想的差距，總是我的絆腳石。 但至少現在的我有勇氣夢想，即使它還是遙遠的。&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;捕夢人的旅程能實現嗎？&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;我想飛。展翅高飛。&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4822794063861425956-1258206907309621294?l=theforestwonderland.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/feeds/1258206907309621294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4822794063861425956&amp;postID=1258206907309621294' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/1258206907309621294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4822794063861425956/posts/default/1258206907309621294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theforestwonderland.blogspot.com/2008/04/blog-post.html' title='想飛'/><author><name>Shuleen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/TTfDSAaKdfI/AAAAAAAAAXs/l02ZyROePrU/S220/mic%2Blatest.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__p8MadvVdGg/R_srPjuYKWI/AAAAAAAAAAw/Jn3ZZwOtzxg/s72-c/Chris_carla-fly_high_brave_dreamers_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
